We woke on day 7 to yet another cold rainy morning in Grant Village. It had been in the low twenties overnight, so donning the clothes that sat haphazardly in the corner of the roof top tent over night was exciting, but not on quite the same level as say; a winning lotto ticket. I quickly went to work on getting the stove and percolator ready... Not because it was cold, but because above all else, coffee comes first. While Nicole prepared breakfast, I began folding up the RTT. It was sopping wet, and can be a challenge even in dry conditions to get under the cover with a double wide 0 degree bag inside. My fingers were frozen, and when the zipper got stuck while I precariously balanced on top of a wet tire and rock slider, my sense of humor faded into a steady stream of audible profanity.
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A brief history… On June 8th of 2002, the Hayman Fire (the largest wild fire in Colorado’s history) was started by a US Forestry Technician who claimed she was burning a letter from her estranged husband. Other evidence came to light as the investigation continued to her inevitable prosecution, but the damage was done and it was extensive.
I can not count the number of times I saw an old Popular Mechanics article or a print from the 20’s and 30’s about the future and how we’d have flying cars living in high rise Utopia Metropolis. Even in Back to The Future II, Robert Zimeckis from 1985 portrayed 2015 as with flying Jeeps and instant Pepsi’s. It isn’t hard to think that way – that such things were thought feasible and attainable purely due the the incredible rate of technological advancement from post Manhattan Project World War II and onward.
The greatest gift I have ever received is being able to see. I have seen so much beauty on this planet, from the Fall colors in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, to the first moments of my daughters life.
Knives and I have not had the greatest running relationship. When I was a kid my dad presented me with my first pocket knife. It was a cheap little buck folder with what I recall as an inch long blade, I progressed from there to a neat little gerber folder with a rubber handle that I promptly used (accidentally) to sever the top of my left index finger from the rest of my hand, at the wise age of eleven.
What's really a watch anyway? I think people look at them in three categories: Fancy, Utility, Fancy Utility. Of course everyone has heard of the brands like Rolex and Omega, and yes - they make really good stuff. Im sure without a doubt that there is a $5000 dollar watch available on the market that will kick ass, take names and remember that you left the toilet seat up - but how much do you really need?